The aftermath of Shinari's judgment was a swift, yet solemn procession. The traitors, once commanders and strategists of high regard within the Celestial Platoon, found themselves escorted under heavy guard to a sleek, unmarked vessel. The air was thick with a sense of finality, the cool dawn light casting long shadows across the tarmac as they were led aboard. The soldiers and officers, who once might have saluted these men, now watched in silence, a respectful distance maintained, their gazes averted.
Commander Taren Alaric, his shoulders squared yet bearing the invisible weight of his disgrace, was among them. As he stepped onto the vessel, he turned for a brief moment, casting a last look back at the command center — a fortress of unity and purpose he had once helped uphold. The realization that he would no longer be a part of its future, that his ties were irrevocably severed, settled deep in his bones.